Quotes About Home

not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.

Era una quietud que yo conocía bien: así se encerraba en sí misma una casa cuando alguien moría.

The light of long ago is different from the light of today and yet here, in this house, I'm reminded of the past at every turn.

Was it wrong, wanting to sleep late with the covers over my head and wander around a peaceful house with old seashells in drawers and wicker baskets of folded upholstery fabric stored under the parlor secretary, sunset falling in drastic coral spokes through the fanlight over the front door?

At home in bed, in my private abyss of longing, the scenes I dreamed of always began like this.

Mi casa está donde yo esté.

The light of long ago is different from the light of today, and yet here, in this house, I'm reminded of the past at every turn.

When I walked home at night, things got white around the edges and it seemed I had no past, no memories, that I had been on this exact stretch of luminous, hissing road forever

Fathers and mothers, you may send your children to the best schools, give them Bibles and prayer books, and fill them with head knowledge, but if all this time there is no regular training at home, I fear it will go hard in the end with your children's souls. Home is the place where habits are formed; home is the place where the foundations of character are laid; and home gives the bias to our tastes and likings and opinions. Be sure then that there is careful training at home.

Most country people had a deep-rooted disinclination to sleep away from home and a belief that, like as not, to sojourn amongst strangers was to fall among thieves. It was the way they always had lived and, like their forefathers, they travelled no further than a horse or their own legs could carry them there and back in a day.

Lost When my exit came, I left the highway and soon locked the front door behind me as I breathed in the familiar scent of home. I knew I would have a scary story for my parents in the morning, and I knew a cell phone would soon be coming my way. And I will always wonder…Did I see an angel? -Jenny Snow

A good dog deserves a good home.

For those who have lived their lives in a constant state of hypervigilance, as our DNA dictates is necessary to survive and prevail at the tip of the spear, identifying a new mission in a postmilitary life can be a daunting task; the team is family, the team is purpose, the team is home.

There were tiny loaves for dolls, and warm dinner rolls, and long French bread, and braided rings of bread, and thick loaves as big and round as wagon wheels, and even entire wheat-colored cottages of crusty bread which when you lived in them were more like yeasty caves in a gigantic mountain of bread, and all you had to do in order to feed your self in heaven was pull a hank of soft, moist bread right out of the wall.

Nearly a third of babies born in hospitals in the United States are delivered via cesarean section, often due to the cautionary nature of modern obstetrical practice.2 Among seventeen thousand home births in a recent study conducted by the Midwives Alliance of North America, only 5.2 percent needed to go the hospital for a C-section.

The dead are home before us, daddy, she said. But we have work to do.

Home. It is the place where once we lived and laughed, where we grew up with the assumption that all would be well, where we met our first love, where life stretched endlessly ahead. This is the place that now becomes a desert of the heart. —Kory Tyler, Musings, 1412           Gabe

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family. —Thomas Jefferson, Letters, 1790

The home world exercises its siren call over us all. No matter how far we wander, or how long we are gone, it waits patiently. And when we return to it, as we must, it sings to us. We came out of its forests, waded ashore from its seas. It is in our blood, for good or ill.

Freedom like charity, begins at home. No man is worthy to fight in the cause of freedom unless he has conquered his internal masters. He must learn control and discipline over the disastrous passions that would lead him to folly and ruin. He must conquer inordinate vanity and anger, self-deception, fear, and inhibition.

a small town outside of Arizona, Sergei Zukov, a Russian drug czar, questioned a young woman tied to a chair in her own home

I felt I'd used up most of my life's words in the palace, among folk who were never really mine, in a place that wasn't home.

I'm gonna kiss you in each room," he said. "Then it's dinnertime." "How many rooms to this place?" Ellie asked, her eyes wide. Miah shrugged. "I'm not counting.

And it's not even strange that it feels the way it's always felt like the place we belong to. Like home.